"Castiel!" Michael called from the driveway.

"What?" Cas replied from his window.

"While I'm at practice, I want you to take my car to the repairs shop."

"What? Why?"

"Because I said so. Just tell them it's for me!"

Castiel sighed as he heard his brother get in the car with his friend. How is it this was how he always spent his Saturdays? Doing favors for his siblings? He was going to invite Deanna over... Oh well. She was probably working, or taking care of Sam. Although Sam would be welcome to come over too... He sighed again. None of that was changing the fact that Michael asked him for another chore. He dragged himself down the hall and took his brother's keys from the kitchen table, going outside and getting in Michael's T-Bird. Their father had gotten him the latest model, the 1956. It had only come out a year ago, and Michael was already complaining about it. The wind ruffled through Cas' hair and he drove downtown, turning on the radio. Pat Boone began singing "Love Letters in the Sand," and Castiel immediately turned it back off. He hated that song. He turned into the lot of the mechanic's garage, "Singer's Auto Repair Shop." He shuffled inside and walked up to the desk, taking a double take.

"Meg Masters?" He asked the brunette cashier.

She looked up. "Oh my god, Castiel Novak? What a coincidence!"

"Yeah, it really is. I didn't know you worked here."

"I didn't know you came here." She batted her eyelashes.

"Right. Well, my brother thinks something's up with his car."

"Right. I'll get the mechanic."

She walked off, her kitty heels clicking on the tile floor, and went around into the garage. Cas looked around and picked at his nail until she came back.

"She said she'd meet you out there, by your car."

"Alright," Castiel said. He turned around to walk out the door when Meg called out,"Hope I see you soon, Castiel."

He ran out before she could say anything else. He stood by Michael's car, just staring at it. It looked fine to him. Then again, he knew next to nothing about cars. He was better with books and...homework. He crossed his arms and really looked at the T-Bird, as if that would make him see. It took him by surprise when someone walked out of the garage singing Elvis. He turned around as saw Deanna doing the hand jive, wearing a blue mechanic's suit, black All Stars, and her characteristic red bandanna. She stopped.

"Cas? What the hell? Why are you here?"

"I- my um..my car...Why are YOU here?"

"I work here, stupid. I'm a mechanic."

"You know, when you said you had a job, I was expecting something more...traditional."

"Traditional? Cas, when have you ever known me to be traditional? You really thought I would have a job like Meg's? Typing at the writer, and ringing people up, and flirting with everyone who walks in?"

"Well...no."

"Exactly. So where's your car?"

"Right here." He pointed at the T-Bird.

"What? This is yours?!" She dropped the greasy rag she was holding in surprise. "Holy shit Cas! What is this, like, a '56 T-Bird or somethin'? That's, like, crazy man!"

"It's not actually mine. It's my brother's. Michael."

"Michael Novak?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. He let you drive this over here?"

"What? Did you think I'd crash it?"

"Well...that..or cream it. Or deal it off for some books and records."

"Oh, shut up. Would you just take a look at it?"

"Alright, cool it Clyde." She lifted the hood with a wink and made some "Aha!" Noises. "It needs an oil change." She sauntered towards the garage and yelled, "Back in a flash!"

She came back a moment later with a red can and a car jack. She lifted the car and then turned to Cas.

"I need to heat up the engine. Keys." She put out her hand and Cas handed them to her. She got the car to idle, and then got back out and went into the garage again, returning with a filter, a pan, a flashlight, and a socket wrench. Deanna turned the car off and handed him back the keys.

As she tinkered under the hood, she started talking to Cas. "So, you got plans tonight?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to see a flick at the passion pit."

His heart skipped a beat. "Wh- What?"

"Not to play backseat bingo, dumbass! Just 'cause, ya know, we're tight."

Castiel let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Was he..disappointed? "Oh. Right. Well, I don't see why we can't."

"Cool." She took her head out from the hood and patted his cheek. "I'll see you there at my pad, then. Car's done, by the way."

She wiped her forehead with her rag, smearing grease all over her face. Cas stifled a laugh.

"You live on Maple Street, right?"

"Yes, Castiel! Pick me up at 7. In that car!" And then she disappeared into the garage.

Cas drove home with a huge smile on his face.

As he drove to Deanna's house, Castiel honestly couldn't believe he had gotten permission to use Michael's car. It was..MICHAEL. He didn't do nice things for people. Cas shook his head, turning on the radio. He smiled when "Always On My Mind" came on as he pulled up to the Winchester house. He was just getting out of the car when Deanna came running out of the house, wearing some sort of dress and a sweater.

"What's up daddy-o?" She said breathlessly as Cas ran around to open her door.

"Um, not-not much. I didn't know we were supposed to be formal," he said, looking down at his own sweater and Levi's.

"No, no, I just needed to convince my dad I was your Sophie so I could go out."

"Um..okay. So are you excited for the movie?"

"Yeah, big time. I heard 'Funny Face' is pretty good. Not excited to see any of them paper shakers though. But I'm still excited. This is the first flick I've been to since I was 8 years old," she complained as she bent down to tie her shoe. As she did that, the light shined on her arms, revealing black and blue marks on her biceps.

"Hey, what're those?"

"Oh, um...dogs. And, uh, ya know...my brother," she said, rubbing her arm a bit and looking around, almost as if she was nervous.

"Yeah, okay," Cas said, eying her suspiciously.

After that, they got to the drive-in. Everything was pretty uneventful, right up until the last fifteen minutes of the movie. Audrey Hepburn was prancing around with Fred Astaire when Deanna reached over and grabbed Castiel's hand. His head snapped over to look at her, but she kept looking foreword nonchalantly, smiling, and scooted closer to him. His heart pounding in his chest, Cas let go of her hand and put his arm around her shoulders, going with whatever she was pulling.

"Dee?" He whispered.

"What?"

"What are we doing?"

She looked up at him and smiled.

"I think we're on a date."

"Good."